Perhaps I value silence far too much.
For each unexpected noise, I cringe and shudder.
Perhaps you understand my feelings?
Do you remember that I am not alone?
Each day I become more certain.
My customary attitude must fade soon.
I will refuse to remember the anxiety.
These days, months, and years will leave me.
I hope to forget my circumstances.
I will replace fear with love and a hopeful gratitude.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
